Author's note: Hummus is good. Especially in a småland roll. Mmmm…. Småland roll.

Kim smiled at the question. She loved talking about her son, of course, but…

"I don't…. I don't know where to start, really… I mean… how do you sum up a person… not to mention one of the two best things in your life? Would you have been able to sum up me and Ron when we were four to your parents, if they'd never met us before?"

The parents pondered Kim's question. That would be seriously hard to do, yes…

"Well, we will get to know him, but…come on… What's he like?" Jean said what was on all their minds. Ron looked at Kim who gestured at him to try.

"Well… He's… he loves to hear stories. Can't get enough of them. And he loves to read. He learned to read a few months ago, just before he turned four… Now he sits down with whatever book or pamphlet he can get his hands on and tries to make sense out of it. We had to pry The Scarlet Letter out of his hands before he got too far into it… And that book on phrenology he found somewhere…" Kim chuckled at remembering how they had tried to explain why he couldn't read those two books. "He asks us questions about everything he reads, so… explaining phrenology gave me a headache, that's for sure." James smiled.

"You were like that too in that age, Kim. Everything you got your hands on, you read. But with you, it was Lady Chatterley's Lover that made us shuffle away some books to the attic." Kim blushed. Yeah, she remembered getting a few pages into that…

"Anyway… If he got that that from me, he got his cooking skills from Ron, thank god." The parents frowned.

"Ron… you're not letting him near the stove, are you?" Ann asked. She'd seen way to many accidents that started somewhere in the kitchen.

"No, no, of course not. But sometimes he tells me what he thinks would go well together. He's… got some game, but he's not up to daddy's level yet." Kim smirked.

"Come on, Ron. He invented the braco when he was three. He beat you by 12 years in that department!" The parents looked at them inquisitively.

"The braco", Kim explained, "is a taco with the beef replaced with a bratwurst. Tastes quite good, I might add." Ron smiled the smile of a proud dad, but recomposed himself.

"Yeah, well, ok he did that, but mostly he's swing and miss. Do I have to remind mommy of the Cajun-flavoured-"

"Don't. Even. Say it, Ron." Kim interrupted. It was, however, too late.

"Ice cream. See?" He smirked, a semblance of honour restored.

"Can't believe you even mixed up that batch in the first place, you knew it was a bad idea!"

"Yeah, but I remembered you saying something about 'trial and error', so I decided, what the hey?" He started chuckling, and after a while, Kim joined in. The parents couldn't help but laughing too, at the thought of their grandson's experiments.

"I had that taste stuck in my mouth for three days! I even pondered taking a swig of John's scotch to get it out!" Kim howled. A few more minutes were spent on describing Charlie's adventures in cooking, ending in a promise to show them Charlie's cookbook, where Ron had detailed every attempt and the reception. Eventually, Ann started the conversation up again.

"So, when was he born? And how did the birth go?" Kim was about to respond, when there was a knock on the door, and Wade popped his head in.

"Hey, Wade, what's the sitch?" James asked his assistant.

"Uh, well, just to give you an update, we think we've narrowed down what the problem was with the five year shift thing… At least we've got what system was malfunctioning." James back straightened up.

"Really? What's the consensus?" Wade shrugged.

"Well, no consensus yet, we have two theories. Either our calculations defining a second were off by about five per cent every time, or it started with a smaller error that grew exponentially. We're leaning towards the second one right now, since most of us think Dr. Bentsen wouldn't have made such a big mistake. Well, everyone who doesn't have a personal vendetta against him at least." James nodded his head. Truthfully, the error they had made didn't bother him as much as it did at first. Wade remained standing by the door.

"Sooo…. What'chu talkin' 'bout?" He said, to break the ice. Ron smiled at him.

"Take a seat, Wade! We're about to get into the birds and the bees, and I think you should take your time to sit down and-" The door slammed, leaving a highly embarrassed Wade on the other side, shuddering. Give me theoretical debate about time travel and computations any day of the week, rather than… birds and bees, he thought as he walked back to the control room. In the conference room, Ron looked confused.

"Well, I knew he was gonna be embarrassed, but that was a bit harsh, don't you think?" He gazed over at Kim, who frowned.

"Oh, and you we're so much more mature when I told you?"

January 15, 1905

Kim drew a sharp breath. This was gonna be fine. Ron was… sure to panic at some point, but it was gonna be fine anyway. He was gonna freak, but she just had to ride that wave of freaky until it calmed down – it would be fine. She took a breath, and stepped in the kitchen. Ron was standing by the stove, stirring something in a bowl. Ok… here we go, she thought.

"Hey Ron… I, uhm… I wanted to talk to you about something…" Another sharp breath. Ron turned around and looked at her, frustrated.

"Well, as long as it doesn't have to do with hummus, I'm all ears."

"Well, see… Hummus?" Kim frowned.

"Ok, now I'm not listening any more", Ron said, turning back to the bowl. Kim rolled her eyes.

"That was a question, Ron. What are you doing making hummus?" Ron turned back to her.

"Apparently, the peas I ordered weren't peas, but chick peas. And I don't know what to do with them besides making hummus. And, now I'm talking about hummus anyway." He sighed. "What was it you wanted, my badical wife?" He smiled when asking, still not used to calling Kim that. He hoped he never would.

"Well… You know I've been feeling a bit… nauseous?"

"Yeah… Wish I could blame that on the hum- No, I'm done with that!" Ron joked, but underneath, he was getting nervous. If Kim had caught some germ…Penicillin wouldn't even be discovered until… some time in the future. Kim smiled at Ron's apparent obsession.

"No, it's a…. It's not some food thing… I talked to Mrs. E., who said I should talk to Dr. Robertson, and… I'm not sick" Ron relaxed a bit. "He… He thinks that… I'm pregnant."

Ron stared at her. She stared right back, awaiting his reaction. He blinked his eyes rapidly. Ok, here comes the freak-out, Kim thought. Ron coughed a bit.

"Ah." He said, and paused. "Ah…. Ah. " Kim wondered if she needed to start speaking again.

"Pregnant?" Ron asked. Kim nodded. She couldn't help smiling as she did. Ron nodded with her. "As in…baby?" Kim shrugged.

"Or babies." Wrong thing to say, she realized as Ron's eyes widened. He started to pace.

"You're…. you're gonna, we're gonna…. We're gonna have a… baby?"

"Yes, Ron. A baby." She decided to skip on discussing her mother's family trait of having twins. Not a good idea right now. Ron smiled.

"Right. A baby… Ok… I'm… I'm gonna boil some water, I think."

"For the hummus?" Kim wasn't following this part of Ron's freak-out as he picked up a pot and headed towards the door to get some water from the pump.

"No talkie hummus, KP. Just… you know… Boiling water and… is it towels or just cloths? Because I can do towels, but cloths, I'm unsure of." Ok, this kind of freak-out. The severely premature freak-out. Kim grabbed Ron's arm before he walked out.

"Ron… do I look like a nine months pregnant woman to you?" Ron blinked a few times.

"No, of course not, honey, you're as beautiful as they day I married you!" Kim rolled her eyes, and let the obvious sink in. Of course, this being Ron, it took a few more moments than normal. Eventually, Ron's mind caught up.

"Ah." Kim nodded slowly. "Kinda… Kinda freaked there, didn't I?" Kim nodded again.

"Yeah, you did. But it's ok." A smile crept up further and further on Ron's face.

"We're really gonna have a baby?" Kim matched his smile, and nodded. "Well… Booyah!" He said, and pulled his wife in for a big kiss, that made him forget he was in a kitchen, in 1905. He even forgot all about hummus, and eventually, nacos.

The conference room was filled with laughter as Kim finished her story. Even Ron had let up after a while, and joined in the mirth. Jean had almost wiped away her tears, when James spoke.

"Well, Ron… I can only speak for myself and Slim… But you really are a Possible, with a reaction like that!" Ann howled in laughter, hearing her husband's words. Oh yeah, when she had told him that they were gonna have a baby, his reaction had been somewhat similar.

"Oh, you're a Stoppable, too, I assure you that!" Gene replied. "I thought Jean was talking literally when she said she had a bun in the oven. I thought she was baking!"

A few more minutes were spent as the three families laughed and told their own stories of their pregnancies.

"So, anyway… " Kim said, calming the room down. "Charlie was born on August 19th, 1905. I was helping out Mrs. Cypher with the wash when my water broke. And then Ron closed the restaurant for the day and came over to help out. They we're all really surprised that he wanted to be in the room. But I was ok with it."

August 19th 1905

Kim grabbed Ron's collar and pulled him in. His entire field of vision was filled with her pale, sweating, angry face. For some reason, she reminded him of Shego right now, but he knew better than to ever say that. Ever.

"Stoppable! You are NEVER! EVER! Touching me again! YOU HEAR ME?"

Actually, let's just skip that part", Kim said, blushing a bit at how she had behaved. "Let's just say that next time, I'm getting the epidural." Ann and Jean chuckled. They knew that feeling all too well.
August 19th 1905

"Alright… Here you go. A beautiful baby boy." Mrs. Brennan, the village midwife, handed Kim the bundle containing her first child. The pain Kim had felt had stopped abruptly, although now she felt as physically spent as she had ever done in her life. She carefully took the bundle, and held it almost as if by instinct, supporting the head. She could only stare at it, and marvel at this boy. Ron, who was kneeling by the side of the bed, couldn't tear himself away from looking either, especially when the little tyke opened his eyes. Ron's heart almost stopped when he saw them.

"He…. He's got your eyes, Kim. He's got your eyes." Tears rolled down his cheeks. Kim looked at her husband and smiled.

"Yeah… But he's got your nose."

"No… I've got his nose", Ron said, as he reached in, and softly touched the boy's nose, using his index finger and his middle finger. He pulled away his hands slowly. "Got your nose." He whispered, faking a tiny nose with his thumb. Kim chuckled. Ron leant in and after wiping away her tears, which had fallen partly due to the pain and partly due to the moment, he kissed her softly.

"So, what do we call him?" He asked. He himself hadn't managed to think of any names, since he was sure that it was going to be a girl. Except one name. "I… I was thinking James." Kim smiled at him. She knew what he was thinking about.

"I would like that. But only as a middle name." Ron looked curious at her. "I don't want Tim to feel bad."

"Tim? Your brother Tim?"

"Yeah… I mean, they'd probably figure out that he would be named after dad, but… Jim would lord it over him every time they got in a fight that we named our baby James." Ron smiled.

"Ok… any suggestions then? I guess Timothy is out because of the same reason?" Kim nodded.

"How about Gene? After your dad?" She asked. Ron shook his head.

"Dad made me promise not to. He's a bit nervous about that naming a baby after someone living thing." Kim looked confused. Ron leaned in and whispered. "Jewish thing." Kim nodded in understanding. After a few seconds of staring at they boy some more, she looked back at Ron.

"I have another suggestion, than. How about Charles?" Ron's eyes widened. Charles James Stoppable. Charles Stoppable. Charlie Stoppable. He smiled.

"That… sounds good actually. Where'd that come from?"

"Officer Lightoller. His name was Charles", Kim answered. She smiled, remembering their time aboard the Titanic. Second Officer Lightoller was an especially good memory. Ron nodded. Kim looked back at the newly named boy. "Hey Charles. Hey Charlie. You feel a little tired? A little hungry?"

Charlie had been quiet for most of there conversation, but now, he started wailing again.

"Is… is that a good sign or a bad?" Kim asked Mrs. Brennan, who was just done replacing the used cloths and the likes with new ones.

"Oh, he's gonna yell no matter what, better get used to it." She pointed at Ron. "Now you, out you go! I let you be here despite my experience with men and births, but it's high time you get out before the next part."

"Next part? What next part?" Ron asked, frowning.

"The afterbirth", Mrs. Brennan said, grinning. Ron paled.

"You go, Ron. Tell the guys downstairs. And only ONE drink of John's scotch, and only ONE of Bill's cigars, do you hear me?" Ron nodded. He kissed her forehead, then her mouth, and then leaned over and kissed little Charlie's forehead.

"Be right back… son." He said, as he walked out of their apartment. A few seconds later, the roar 'IT'S A BOY!' could be heard echoing through Cypher House, followed by cheers. Kim smiled, and kissed her baby's head.